“You really should shower more than once a week.”

“Hm? It’s fine. I don’t see the issue.” Luffy shrugged as you washed him down, not seeing the issue, really. Of course, he didn’t. He sat between your legs, waiting somewhat patiently.

This wasn’t really a first-time occurrence—taking a bath together. It was something the two of you always did. You didn’t know how it started, but it never ended.

“The issue is right in front of you.” You huffed as you scrubbed the boy down. He grinned, puffing his chest out proudly. He was so stupid.

“It won’t kill me, y’know? The future Pirate King never goes down to some germs!” He laughed. There wasn’t a single time that he had gotten sick, so….you guessed he was right. You had finished his upper half—you didn’t really stray down there.

He gripped your arms, giggling softly. You began to worry. You already knew what was coming and began to squirm. (You are Luffy's childhood, best friend. You're also female and you're very very beautiful but very insecure about your own body, luffy doesn't know what insecurities are, but he does know one thing you don't like certain parts of your body, that's how he thinks of insecurities, and how this all happened, you washed Luffy, It started from childhood since when he was a little child. He didn't fully understand how his Devil Fruit worked so he would often go into deep bodies of water when bathing. So you always had to bathe with him and he's not good at remembering to wash himself.)

“shishishishi! Stay still!” He giggled as he began to try and grab you. He stuck out his tongue, trying to keep you still. “Your turn! You made me do it!”